Current 93 - HorseyLyrics

Horses are riding into her arms She lost her own way years ago Her sister calls her from the far side of night And she falls with that call It's the only way out She tells me I love you But it's only a game So she slides through the silence She's fixing her time To fall back into darkness Again with a smile Don't touch me I'm falling She laughs in the night Don't touch me I shall return When the wheel comes around You see we're all born to suffer We're all born to fall In a grey-shaded world That calls us to zero Her mother's mouth slits Her father lies taken She touches my body But I crouch up to die Down the ramblas we're walking In Reykjavik we're talking The snow is moon-cold The roof freezes over She's reading a book She finished it years ago She's tearing up paper She's tearing up life But she only starts thinking When her blood is brown Gold is the colour she promised me she'd wear But Christ's blood turns black His body she bears When she dips him in waters Confession of faith It's hard to believe you When you spit in my face And I don't want to touch you I don't want to lie In the brown red gold slumber That you've taken to ride I remember I was thinking Only of you But you shattered me nightly You broke all your oath I found myself falling And there And there And then Through the ruins of this parched life And the pain of the next one I said fucking over All of this is shit But still the wind calls Imperium When you rage at the conqueror you only rage at yourself When you torture the anointed you torture yourself And you've listened to Piaf but not to the Christ So you sparkle for seconds then dissolve into mist The fog closes in and you think about Crowley You think it's a game But the game is just you When shall you stop hiding in the heart of your night When the cold trapway beckons When the cold trapway stops And Christ I was thinking of your bended arm It's blue on the inside It's blue on the outside You said and then buckled as if you might die There's no point in living There's no point in life And sometimes I hear you at the back of my mind And a golden door opens but no light appears There's spit on the bridle and there's blood on the saddle And you slip in the shit you've shat in yourself And Christus is Equus and Equus is Lord And his name flies with fury and the wind cuts through you You following footsteps that shed by a flower Then I wanted to hold you but you're destined to fall